
I have a dog named Annie. I’ve written about her before. She looks a little like a gremlin or Yoda from Star Wars. I got her for my boys about a year and a half ago from the animal shelter. When we first got her, she was very skinny and never barked. Which was unusual because she is a mixture of a Chihuahua and a Pug. For about 2 weeks, we didn’t hear a peep from her. Every time the boys and I went to pet her she would cowl down. The shelter had told me they believed she had been abused prior to me adopting her. But there was something about her sweet face and eyes….the moment I saw her I knew she was the one for us. Annie today is very different. And she has found her voice….evidence of her barking ferociously at friends who knock on our door. Her figure now resembles more of a Marilyn Monroe shape verses her early Twiggy days. She is a very small dog overall but seems to be unaware of this as she is constantly playing, challenging dogs twice her size and more. I like to think of her as scrappy. She’s bow-legged and after she goes to the bathroom she scratches the grass with attitude. Often times she drives me nuts and originally the boys were supposed to be responsible for taking her out, feeding her, grooming her. Guess how long that lasted. But I’m so happy we have her in our lives. She is the sweetest thing and always happy (like most dogs)….completely different from the day we got her. It’s amazing what a little love and tenderness can do to animals….or people for that matterJ.










